Her name was Marie. We met the first day of sixth grade and almost instantly became best friends. We did all the things preteen best friends do - passing notes in class, sleeping over at each others' houses on the weekends, giggling and laughing and carrying on whenever we were together. I was always a shy kid, never good at making friends. I'd
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Forgiveness is one of those odd things I have trouble pinning down in my head. When you forgive someone for something, it doesn't mean that thing didn't happen or that you don't still feel bad about it. I forgave Marie, but I didn't fully trust her anymore; is that still forgiveness?
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And I have to say, this rejection out of complete blue and for no reason that concerned the two of you is one of the weirdest things I've heard about. O.o I am sorry you had to go through it. :(
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Growing up is hard. I'm sorry you experienced that, but this is a good piece.
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